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❝ 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒. ❞ Wednesday | The Addams Family | Seer/Witch | Undead | Muse is 19 | MV | MS | MDNI | 〖 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 28 〗
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She's lightly dabbing her lower lip with a finger.

Oops. She's bleeding.

Looks like she split it open again.
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Some of her backstory/headcanons kept getting updated/changed with certain things, so I decided to redo.

Side Note: Due to a pre-established relationship with at least KittyCatMuse's Isaac Night, some headcanons are going to include the undead scientist.

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I don't expect anyone to see this, let alone care if they do, but I currently have commissions open. My sister lost her job recently, so we're pretty much fucked on bills, especially rent. If you're not wanting a commission but would still like to help, please feel free to leave ->
Reposted by 【 𓉸 】⸻ ; 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 & 𝑺𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
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I need more Wednesday/The Addams Family/Horror peeps! 😩
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I need more Wednesday/The Addams Family/Horror peeps! 😩
ℬ ─ ; 〖 OOC 〗

I don't expect anyone to see this, let alone care if they do, but I currently have commissions open. My sister lost her job recently, so we're pretty much fucked on bills, especially rent. If you're not wanting a commission but would still like to help, please feel free to leave ->
Hopefully so. Given what's happened the last time though, it would be difficult to tell. Regardless though, she missed him using his telekinesis on her in the bedroom~.

Arms wrap around his neck at this, leaning herself into him. She grins softly against his lips a few seconds later.
5.) While feeling left out by her own sister (s) (and mother), and eventually found a family with Francoise and her brother Isaac.
4.) While attending Nevermore, she was Francoise's roommate/close friend.
3.) Isn't exactly close with her family. Felt estranged from her mother, felt inferior when it came to Morticia, and never really spoke to Ophelia growing up.
2.) Much like the other women in her family, she too has her own set of psychic abilities. Often refers to herself as a witch or seer because of this.
1.) Hester Frump's eldest daughter. Older sister to Morticia and Ophelia Frump.
Hands would immediately clasp over both of his, leaning lightly into his touch. She leans herself up a bit, her own lips pressing against his in a returned kiss.

It felt nice to be able to feel both of his hands caressing her again.
Staring at him a few seconds more, realizing that he was now looking at her. She finally nods.

❝ Sorry, yes, everything's fine. ❞
Playful strums on an acoustic guitar emanated from Harrison’s position. The Chorister was taking a moment to simply feel, perhaps jam for future songs that could fill anyone with the rapturous presence of The One.
Yet he felt eyes on him, so he turned to look at Eloise.

“Everything okay?”
[ Starter for @sincityarcana.bsky.social ]

Eloise was seated, a book propped open in her lap. She would glance up once in a while, eyes looking towards the other.
<- irritated with the warlock's statement. If anything, she's now intrigued.
Once noticing the other, she quirks a brow. She couldn't say this would be the first time she's caught someone staring. Compact mirror sliding back into her jeans pocket, she crosses her arms. She eyes him over before finally speaking.

❝ Interesting, hm? ❞

She wasn't upset or by any means

->
Evan made no secret of his watching, the woman greatly intrigued him. The Warlock could feel something powerful emanating from her, it caused his dead skin to tingle. Not just that…but he smelled blood. How interesting.

“Good evening. Sorry to stare…you just seem…very interesting to me.”
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The woman would hold open her compact, looking over her reflection. She lifts her free hand, wiping remnants of dried blood from that afternoon's quick meal. She eventually snaps it shut, glancing over once feeling eyes on her.
ℬ ─ ; 〖 OOC 〗

Some of her backstory/headcanons kept getting updated/changed with certain things, so I decided to redo.

Side Note: Due to a pre-established relationship with at least KittyCatMuse's Isaac Night, some headcanons are going to include the undead scientist.

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